I can remember as if it happened only yesterday. The bullying, the crying, and the hurtful words. None of these people knew who I was on the inside, they only saw what was on the outside. None of these people took the time to get to know me; and now they never will.
The bullying started when I was young. I am not what you would call a super model, though I pretend to be to keep my spirits high, despite all the negative remarks about my appearance. Every single time I look in the mirror I am reminded of all the hateful things that were and have been said about me. I start to tear. It isn’t fair. It isn’t. I am told “it is what it is.” But why? Why does it have to be that way? Why do we have to be mean to each other?
I honestly don’t know why I am being bullied. I think and sometimes feel that people envy me and that’s why I am bullied. Though is that even true? I don’t have nice hair, nice clothes, or a nice body. So why me? I am the nicest person you will ever meet.
One day, I just couldn’t stand the crying or the pain. I couldn’t stand the pain and suffering my peers put me through. I decided to do something about it. I decided to die. Every emotion that I have had since being born died within me that day. I never wanted this to happen…I never did.
I guess that saying is true “It is what it is.”
Though it doesn’t have to end with violence or with someone dying.